Title: Weirdly ever after
Author’s Notes: Ah the good old days when authors knew the value of good disclaimers and notes. Journey back to those in Chapter I, pt. i.

Chapter II: Oblah di Oblah DOH!
Pt. v of v in this chapter (Still PG, Still Jack in boxers and a bit of gore, if that's your thing)

Jack’s head was swimming. Heimdahl and Thor had been foisting a jumble of information on him at a rapid pace and he was missing Sam more than ever. Mmmm . . . Sam, he thought, his eyes glazing over.

Heimdahl’s voice jerked him back from his happy place, “Is that not correct, O’Neill?”

“What?” Jack snapped, his eyes narrowing.

“That you are no longer associated with Stargate Command.” Thor replied, “And yet all the resources of the SGC will be needed in the pursuit of The Creation. This poses a problem.”

Jack sighed, “Yeah . . . I’ve gotta feeling it won’t be. Tell you what, you guys can beam me back anywhere, right? Just set me down inside the SGC so I can go straight to Hammond . . .” he broke off as he said his CO’s name. “No. Sam. I need to find Carter before I do anything else.”

Thor nodded, “Very well, O’Neill. We will prepare the necessary information for you to take back to the SGC, then transport you to Major Carter’s location.” He added pointedly, “Please recall, however, that we may have very little time in this situation.”

Jack rolled his eyes, “No nooner. Check. Any way you guys can send down this surveillance info to Carter? It’s gonna be a ugly if we have to depend on me to remember it.”

“Major Carter will find the necessary information available to her on her computer,” Thor replied.

Jack had a sudden thought, “Hey, can you guys beam MiniMe up here?”

The two Asgard exchanged glances, “We can . . .”

Jack raised his eyebrows, annoyed that they hadn’t thought of this sooner, “Think you might wanna do that, then? Can’t take Not-Carter out of the equation, but we can make her job harder.”

Heimdahl protested, “If the clone suddenly disappears, it will surely alert her to the fact that we are aware of her existence and movements. And in all likelihood, she will turn her efforts to retrieve the knowledge of the Ancients on to you, O’Neill.”

“Bingo,” Jack countered. “She’ll be easier to find if she’s looking for me.” He smiled sheepishly, “Besides, I don’t want MiniMe gettin’ his brain sucked, ok? This’ll be easier if I don’t have to worry about his pimply ass.”

“Very well, O’Neill,” Thor moved to the console.

“Wait wait wait! Beam me down first,” Jack shouted hurriedly. The Asgard blinked at him, and Jack added, “He whines.”


Continue on to Chapter III, part i